A pair of jeans and a top
not made by Mom, not bought by Pop
I don't want Mom's and I don't want Sis's
I want the best like these's and this's.
You wont find me in them either
I'm the brother and I'll wear neither
I want these Nike's and those Levi's
Dad throws up hands and Mom cries.
You're just spoiled ungrateful teenagers
thinking you have to have brand named clothes
Back when we were young we did savor
every hand me down even if it was old.
Ah, Mom and Dad, that was then
and this is now, but you've forgotten
You kids think that we're the mint
but no we're not, we just spoiled you rotten.
You've got to be kidding, they'll laugh at me
Oh really, we made it, and we're alive
Well I'm gonna be sick, I'll die in these
You'll be just fine, now no more of your jive.
You're just spoiled ungrateful teenagers
thinking you have to have brand named clothes
Back when we were young we did savor
every hand me down even if it was old.
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